The Art of Poetry

    I'm just like every single other person on the planet, I LOVE poems. I celebrate the art of poetry with you today, with this beautiful poem that I've constructed. 

Sonnet #3748

I look at the poem and I see words

but my eyes just see a bunch of chaos.

I strode down the page looking like a boss

but found myself to be as weak as birds.

Should I separate my time into thirds?

or maybe I should just use a strong gloss

on my paper to minimize the loss.

Either way, I might need to leave the nerds.

I see an outlandish word and think, wow

maybe I don't have to give up just yet.

Let me milk this word for all it has, now.

I'm improvising stuff due to the threat

of time that will not let me explain how

this man lost all his money in a bet.